Harry turned at the sound of Celia's voice, "What...?"
Celia stepped forward, folding her hands together. "You're both wizards, aren't you?" she repeated as she closed the door softy behind her.
"What makes you think we're both wizards...?" Draco asked as he crossed his arms defensively and stood up.
"The fact that you just asked that question, you're talking about Voldemort, the Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy, and sitting infront of 'The-Boy- Who-Lived'." Came the long reply as Celia smirked.
Harry stood up, balling his hands into fists before throwing them down to his side. "Don't call me that." He said through clenched teeth.
Draco sat back down on the couch, shaking his head suddenly interested in how things would unravel between his boyfriend and his boss.
"Fine. Harry it is then. Are you sure you don't want to be referred to as 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' dear? How about 'He-Who-Survived'?" Celia smirked as Harry closed the distance between them.
Draco bit his bottom lip in an effort to keep from laughing. This was going to be more eventful than he thought. "The one thing you never do, is call Harry by either of those names, Celia." Draco smirked.
Harry turned to Draco and glared at him quite irritably before turning and advancing on Celia again. "Say that one more time..."
"You so remind me of James when you get mad." Celia mused as she crossed one arm on her chest, the elbow on the other arm resting on her hand as she placed a finger to her chin.
"What?" Harry snapped.
"Your father, James. You look like him when you're mad."
"I heard what you said... How do you know my father?" Harry asked as he took a step back.
"Mmm... I went to school with him." She smiled biting her bottom lip slightly. "Bit of an asshole, really. I don't understand what Lily saw in him."
Draco didn't have time to blink before Harry launched himself at his boss, only to be thrown rather violently back to the couch. Draco's eyes went wide as Harry collapsed to the couch beside him, running a hand through his hair.
"You should know better than to try to hurt someone related to Albus Dumbledore." She said calmly as she walked towards Harry uncrossing her arms. "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you did I?"
Harry let out a breath. "Dumbledore? You're related to Dumbledore?"
"He is my great grandfather thrice removed." She replied helping Harry into a sitting position. "He was a great man."
"I know... he was the only father figure that I had."
"He loved you deeply, Harry. You should know that."
Draco blinked through that entire exchange of words before holing up both his hands and waving them to get the attention of the two people in front of him. "Whoa! WHOA!" he started, "How come you never told us that you knew Dumbledore, or that you were a witch? Did you know before this that we were wizards?" he asked.
Celia smiled at him sweetly, brushing the long brown hair from her eyes, "Of course I knew who, and what, you are, Draco. I did attend Hogwarts with both your fathers," she gestured to Harry slightly as she continued, "you look just like your father did when he was young. Only you have finer features and softer eyes. I'd expect that you got those traits from your mother, Narcissa."
Draco was speechless, only managing to get out a surprised whimper or two.
Harry absently took his boyfriends hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Celia, do you know anything about Draco's father still being alive?" he asked.
Celia shrugged her shoulders and held out her hands briefly as she shook her head, "No. I was just as surprised to hear that Lucius was alive. Last I heard, the treacherous imbecile had been killed and that was that."
Draco narrowed his eyes suddenly at that last remark, "My father may have been a traitor Celia, but he wasn't an imbecile!"
Harry turned to face him, "Draco..." he said as he reached out a hand to Draco's pale face to sooth him.
Wrenching away, Draco stood and faced both Harry and Celia, "Lucius wasn't stupid. If he's alive and he's looking for me, he'll find me, no matter what," he paused, looking down at Harry, "no matter what, Harry."
Harry saw the look of distress on Draco's face, and standing, he blocked out Celia and the rest of the world, focusing all his energy on Draco. Placing his hands to either side of Draco's pale face, Harry leaned in close so that their noses were almost touching. "Draco, love. I won't let your father find you. If he somehow manages to, I'll kill him myself if that means it'll keep you safe."
For the first time in the ten years that Draco had known Harry, he was glad the black haired man had been in Gryffindor, for they always kept their promises. Always.
Resting his forehead against Harry's chin, Draco murmured, "Thank-you..."
Smiling as he felt Draco's arms wrap around his waist, Harry lent down and placed a gentle kiss to Draco's forehead.
Celia stepped forward, an air of power around her. "Love is the strongest emotions humans possess, and to have that love protecting you is the strongest magic you'll ever find."
Harry turned to look at her. "You sound just like him..."
"Who do you think taught me dear?" She smiled folding her arms together gracefully. "I do hate to interrupt you both though – but we need to get back to the problem at hand."
"I don't understand how he can't be dead..." Draco sighed, hanging his head. "It doesn't make sense."
"Lucius was a very powerful man, Draco. He is capable of many things that we cannot even dream of." Celia informed him, "If not for Voldemort existing – I am almost certain that Lucius would have been the one to give Harry his scar."
"My father had that much power?"
"Most certainly, I do not doubt it for a moment." Celia stepped forward, taking Draco's hands in hers. "The only reason he did not rise to such an extreme level, was because he was deathly afraid of being taken away from his only son." Celia squeezed Draco's hands in hers. "He did love you once, Draco... long ago."
Draco looked to the ground, his voice was full of remorse as he whispered, "Why did he stop loving me?"
"I would suspect it was because you didn't follow in his footsteps. You revealed many traits not suitable for a Death Eater. You were kind, compassionate, and loving, even though you did hide it underneath the exterior your father molded for you."
"See? You do really belong in Hufflepuff." Harry tried at a feeble joke.
"...Not the time for jokes Harry." Draco said softly, no hint of anger in his voice. Draco shook Celia's hands off of his, no longer enjoying the contact. He turned and began to pace around the office, running shaking hands through his hair.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Emma, Skye, and Patrick fell through the door. All of them wore various cooking pots or frying pans on their heads, long metal spoons in each of their hands.
Skye swung her ladle around her as if it were a sword. "I'll kick his ass! I'll lay the ladle smackdown on him!"
"Yo mini man!" Patrick said as he puffed up his chest, "We'll show him what for!"
"I'll stick this spatula so far up his ass he'll cry for mercy!" She glared as she looked around. "We'll get that Enrico too... crazy fucker... touch my gay boy will you? Not on my watch." She cried as she brandished her own weapon.
Draco immediately burst out in heartfelt laughter. Holding his stomach as he his laughter began to die down into short fits of giggles. A giggling Draco was a happy Draco. He advanced on his friends taking them all into a hug. "I love you guys!" He smiled as he wiped his eyes standing back.
"What about me?" Harry whined as he lightly stomped his foot.
"And the boss means nothing?" Celia smirked as she crossed her arms once more.
"GROUP HUG!" Patrick and Skye screamed together, running towards Harry and Celia.
Taking Harry in his arms, Draco smiled as he felt his friends enclose on him, their warm energy pulsating through his body. Looking up, Draco grinned before kissing Harry's lips. Thanking whatever God was watching over him that he had Harry and his friends by his side.
Ending the kiss, Harry smirked. "I think I saw a porno like this once..."
Draco rolled his eyes as the huge group hug ended.
"Who's watching the store...?" Celia questioned.
"Ermmm...." Skye glanced towards the door furrowing her eyebrows.
"Who cares? They can make their own coffee." Emma said as she shook her fist in the general direction of the customers.
"Mmmm... very funny. Get back out there." Celia frowned, ushering her staff towards the door, stopping Draco as he made to go with them. "You can have the rest of the day off, dear. Don't even think about coming back to work until you're settled enough to handle it. Harry, take good care of him for me."
"Will do, Ma'am." Harry said as he motioned to tip an imaginary hat causing Celia to laugh.
"Thank-you, Harry." She smiled then paused, "Now get out of my sight before I change my mind."
Draco and Harry did not need to be told twice, and they both got out of the store as quickly as they could waving goodbye to the three newly dubbed stooges. Once inside Harry's car, Draco asked what they were going to do since he had the rest of the day off.
"Well..." Harry responded, "Cole and Luke said something about going out to dinner then back to my place to watch a few movies... does that sound alright?"
"Like a double date?"
"...Sure." Harry grinned as he started up the car. "As long as you promise not to ditch me and latch yourself on to Cole."
"It wouldn't be me doing the latching." Draco laughed as Harry drove away from the quaint little coffee shop. "Truthfully, Cole scares me sometimes."
"You're not the only one. I think I screamed the first time he tried to kiss me..." Harry said furrowing his eyebrows. "Back then his hair was completely green and blue, he wore bright makeup and had a thing for leather and leopard print clothing..."
"Well if I saw that coming towards me, I'd probably scream too." Draco said thoughtfully then added, "God he must have clashed horribly."
"Ever the fashion genius aren't you?" Harry shook his head laughing as he turned the corner to their street.
"Of course. And as the resident fashion genius, I see that you've made and excellent choice for clothing this morning." He smiled gesturing to the current outfit Harry was wearing.
Harry struck a pose as he got out of the car. "You think?"
"The outfit looks good..." Draco trailed off, "But I'm not sure about the rest..."
Harry scowled slightly before rushing towards Draco, heaving him onto his shoulder as he made for the house. As he walked, Draco flailed every single limb in various directions, nearly kicking Harry in the head, and crotch. Deciding that he didn't want to have a black eye or bruised balls, Harry smacked Draco's butt causing him to cry out in pain.
"OWIE!!!"
"Ahhh... still tender?" Harry said innocently.
"...No!"
"Riiight..." Harry shook his head as he deposited Draco on the couch. "I'm going to call Cole."
Reaching up and wrapping his arms around Harry's waist, Draco wrenched Harry onto his lap. Cuddling his face into Harry's chest he purred as he spoke. "Not yet... five more minutes."
"Fneh..." Harry said quietly leaning forward kissing Draco's hair. "So demanding..."
"Oh like you're really putting up a fight."
"What can I say? You're simply too strong." Harry wailed as he dramatically placed a hand to his forehead, Gone with the Wind style.
"Shut-up and kiss me, Miss. Scarlett."
"That's so lame." Harry rolled his eyes, "I can't believe you just said that."
"Shut-up anyway." Draco scowled looking up at Harry.
Harry made a mock face of disgust, "Do I still have to kiss you?"
Draco raised an eyebrow and stared at Harry a look of 'you better' on his face.
"Would you like me to kiss your toes while I'm at it?" Harry asked in a teasing voice.
"Well... you could skip the feet and kiss something in-between my mouth and feet if you'd like...?"
"Like what...?" Harry watched Draco raise a hand to his temples and press on them. "Ooo... OH!"
Draco raised his eyebrows again and glowered at Harry. "You're such an idiot... and your ass is really bony."
"Well you didn't complain last night."
"Yeah well last night you weren't sitting on me were you?" Draco said impatiently, adding, "Are you going to kiss it or not?"
"Erm... huh?"
"Oh Christ!" Draco pushed Harry off of his lap and onto the floor nearly missing the cursed coffee table. "You're hopeless! I'm going to go shower."
"Oh! Can I join you?"
"... No. I don't think it's very proper for a woman such as yourself, Miss. Scarlett, to be coming into the shower on a first date." Draco drawled in a southern accent placing his hand to his chest.
"Okay... that was lame and I'm coming in anyway."
"Yeah that's what I thought... hop to it. Start up the shower."
Harry contorted his face into a grotesque mask, hobbling past Draco, his hands lightly twitching near his chest as he drug his leg behind him. "Yes mahstah."
"My boyfriend is a walking freak." Draco muttered laughing as he followed his lumbering boyfriend down the hall.
Harry turned mid-limp, "Hey! I heard that!"
"I'm aware of that," Draco said through his laughter, "hobble faster, I want my shower nice and hot when I get there."
"Better watch out Draco, or I'll lay a Quazimodo smack down on your tender ass," he turned once more to Draco, a mischievous grin on his face, "I wouldn't drop the soap if I were you..."
"Actually, I was planning on doing just that." Draco grinned as he walked past Harry, swaying his hips slightly. "Are you coming?"
"Well I was planning on doing that too." Harry smiled evilly as he looked out from under his lashes.
The shower to say the least - was very interesting. Standing upright in the shower with his legs wrapped around Harry had just become one of Draco's favorite positions. Harry enjoyed it because Draco had to keep his hands occupied with holding himself up, this in turn not allowing him to scratch Harry's back.
With a towel wrapped around his slender waist, Draco curled up on their bed as Harry sat beside him, the phone in his hand. Burrowing his face into Harry's pillow, Draco was vaguely aware that Harry had made dinner arrangements and set a time on when they would be meeting Cole and Luke. Just as Draco's eyes began to close, Harry smacked Draco's butt cheek, causing Draco to grunt with displeasure.
"If you don't get off my ass, it'll be your fault that I can't sit down to dinner."
Harry laughed, "Just get up sleeping beauty, and get dressed. We're meeting Cole and Luke in an hour."
The boys were dressed and ready in forty-five minutes, and they waited for Cole and Luke in the living room. Draco was wearing a dark green turtleneck shirt in an effort to hide the bite marks on his neck – both old and new. His black formal pants hung just under his hips, leaving only a small amount of the sweater to hide his porcelain stomach. His hair was done neatly, not slicked back with gel – no hair products in it all at Harry's request. His bangs brushed against his forehead, nearly covering his eyes and the rest of his hair lay near the nape of his neck. Harry on the other hand was wearing a pair of dark gray dress pants, and a white collard dress shirt, with black pinstripes, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the shirt un-tucked. Draco had tried for 15 minutes to get Harry's hair to do something, but in the end with much disappointment his hair laid the same way it had his whole life. So Draco settled for styling it with gel.
"When are they going to be here?" Draco asked as he flipped the page of a magazine rather frustratingly as he did not like to wait.
"We still have fifteen minutes until they get here, Draco... hold your horses."
"Mmm... I'd rather hold your horses, thank-you." He grinned as he flipped another page.
"Really? Up for a quickie?"
Draco closed the magazine and stared at Harry, "We just did that an hour ago, can you honestly be horny again?"
"Well I can't help it if I have a high sex drive." Harry pouted, then added, "It's because I'm currently in my sexual peak."
"Yes, yes, Professor." Draco grinned as he scooted closer to Harry on the couch. He ran a finger up Harry's thigh, stopping just before his crotch.
"Mmm... Professor?" Harry drawled as he pulled Draco's leg over his own. "I like that..."
"You would..." Draco leant forward and began to kiss Harry.
Sometime in the midst of their kissing, Draco had ended up straddling Harry and unknowingly gaining a small audience. Cole and Luke had quietly walked into the room and watched the couple kiss quite furiously.
Cole smirked, leaning towards Luke as he watched Draco thrust his hips slightly towards Harry as Harry slipped his fingers into Draco's pants. "Draco looks like a really good kisser..."
Luke glared over at Cole and refrained from smacking him over the head again. "Shut –up Colton."
"Mhm..." Cole walked forward, lent forward slightly, and spoke close to Draco's ear. "Going to let him come up for air anytime soon?"
"...No." Draco spoke softly as he began to kiss Harry again.
"What about dinner?" Cole sat down next to them and crossed his arms watching them French kiss through narrow eyes. "I'm hungry."
Harry lent towards Cole, allowing Draco to kiss his neck. "Give us a minute?"
Luke heaved a sigh and walked towards Cole sitting beside him. Cole smirked and pulled Luke onto his lap. "I bet we can beat them."
Luke suddenly forgot his hunger pains and wrapped his arms around Cole's neck as he looked over at Harry and Draco. "YO! Stop for a second..." They stopped and looked over at him, both their lips bright pink. "We're going to have a make-out contest."
"What?" was the response that came out of Draco.
"A make-out contest. Where two couples... contest with eachother to see which couple can last the longest without having spontaneous sex." Cole informed him already running his hands under Luke's shirt pulling him closer.
Luke and Draco looked at eachother and held out their hands a smirk on their faces. "Deal." They said in unison.
Cole scooted away slightly to give both couples room to move as he settled Luke more firmly in his lap. Luke wrapped his arms around Cole as he leaned in to kiss his boyfriend deeply, his tongue running across Cole's bottom lip before joining with the taller man's. Cole ran his hands down Luke's back, coming to a stop on Luke's rear, pulling his closer until both their hips were against eachother.
Meanwhile, Draco had successfully un-buttoned Harry's shirt and was now running his hands over the smooth muscles as they kissed. Harry flicked his tongue out slightly and was rewarded with Draco's own tongue meeting his. As Harry ran his hands up Draco's inner thighs, Draco lightly bit Harry's bottom lip before grinding his thin hips against Harry.
Cole and Luke had somehow moved from the opposite end of the couch onto the floor, Luke still straddling Cole as he worked on the buttons of Cole's shirt. Cole glanced over at Draco and Harry, noticing that Harry had gotten Draco's shirt off and he was now running his hands over the lean muscles of his back. He then felt his own shirt opened and lips on his chest.
Both couples forgot about their reservations at the restaurant. Draco ended the kiss and looked down at the rather hot and heavy couple on the floor.
Smirking, he shook his head. "You loose."
"Huh?" Luke looked up over at Draco with hazy eyes. "What do you mean?"
Lifting his leg he shifted off of Harry's lap, laughing slightly when he caught sight of Harry's erection. "His pants are undone. Neither of ours are."
Cole looked down at his pants, seeing his belt laying open as well as his pants. "Luukeee!"
"What?!" Luke gaped as he stared into Cole's eyes.
Cole sat up and smacked him upside the head. "I don't like to loose."
"Well pardon me! No nookie for you tonight." Luke scowled as he tried to get off of Cole.
"AH!" Cole quickly wrapped his arms around Luke's torso and kissed his collarbone. "I'm sorry!" He kissed him again. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!"
"That's more like it." Luke replied as he quickly kissed Cole's swollen lips.
Draco ran a hand through his hair, "So now that we've thoroughly missed dinner, what do you want to do?"
Harry tucked his legs in under him, his hands in his lap, "We could just stay here and watch movies or something."
"What about food?" Cole asked, looking over Luke's shoulder, "I'm still hungry."
"Your always hungry..." Luke teased him as he crawled off his boyfriends lap. "Do you have anything we can make here?"
Harry thought about it for a minute, and then answered, "We have frozen pizza, spaghetti stuff, cereal, or bread."
"Good. It's nice to know that you're fridge is well stocked in case you really need it." Luke replied sarcastically.
Draco put his hands on his hips, "Hey! We just haven't been shopping for a while. Sue us."
Cole grinned, "You were probably too busy having sex to worry about food."
"Yes infact we were, and I'm going to make the pizza." Harry sighed as he stood up walking towards the kitchen. "And if you don't want pizza, you can go home."
"Pizza is fine!!!" Cole nearly screamed as he watched Harry round the corner.
Draco shook his head and crossed his legs leaning back on the couch. "You're so loud."
"Tell me about it... from what I've heard – it would be awfully loud if you and Cole ever got together..." Luke rolled his eyes sitting next to Draco. "You want your shirt?"
"...Nah. I'm fine." Draco smiled over at Cole. "We would probably break some sound barrier, huh?"
"Most likely." Cole grinned as he sat in the chair closest to Luke. "I like the new you, Draco."
"What do you mean?" Draco cocked his head to the side and raised his eyebrow.
"Okay... well first of all, sitting there without your shirt on, secondly – talking about your sex life and how loud you are, thirdly – we just had a make out contest." Cole beamed as he tucked his legs underneath his body. "I like to think that Luke and I have something to do with that."
"Well you do really," Draco started, stretching slightly and smirking when he heard Harry curse in the kitchen. "Spending that week with you is probably what really made the difference."
Cole was about to respond when Harry walked into the living room holding his finger in the air shaking it around. "Stupid oven!"
"Did you burn yourself?" Draco asked leaning back looking at Harry in an upside down position over the arm of the couch.
"...Yeah." Harry pouted looking at his finger. "It really hurts."
Draco flipped up and got to his knees, resting his thighs against the arm of the couch. "Come here...." Harry shuffled towards him and watched as Draco took Harry's hand in his and looked at the burn. "Oh it isn't that bad, Harry."
"But it still hurts." Harry pouted again, watching as Draco smirked slightly.
Draco took Harry's finger and put it into his mouth, running his tongue along the irritated and red flesh looking up at Harry as he did so. Draco observed Harry smirk slightly as he watched Draco. Then, pulling his finger from his mouth, Draco asked quietly, "Is that better?"
Harry smiled and hugged Draco quickly, "Much."
"Aww!!" came both Cole's and Luke's voices, "That's so cute!"
Harry flipped them the bird and Draco sniggered.
Twenty-five minutes later, the two couples were sitting in the living room working their way through an extra large meat lover's pizza. Cole was tossing bits of sausage at Luke while pretending to look innocent, Draco grinned when Luke set down his slice of pizza down calming before tackling the pink haired man to the ground. Squealing, Cole flung his arms up in the air, laughing loudly as Luke began to tickle him without mercy.
"If you guys are finished, did you what to watch a movie?" Draco asked, propping his elbow on the coffee table resting his chin in his hand.
Cole let out in enormous yelp before answering, "HELP ME!"
Draco considered this for a moment, and then glanced at Harry, who was enjoying the show as well. Shifting his attention back to the couple on the floor, Draco shrugged, "I think I'd rather watch."
Gasping for air as Luke continued to tickle him, Cole answered, "Y-you SUCK!"
A few minutes later, Luke finally let Cole up, the latter of the two looked thoroughly rumpled and disgruntled. He glared at Draco and Harry before applying himself to his temporarily forgotten pizza slice. "You guys are the worst friends ever," he mumbled, casting a look of annoyance at Luke, "you too."
Luke laughed and kissed Cole's neck, "I love you."
Cole tried to maintain his annoyed look, but when Luke decided to lick his neck he cracked. "Moron... I love you too."
Draco raised his eyebrow at Harry, giving him a look that said 'are-you- thinking-what-I'm-thinking?', and Harry replied by grinned at his boyfriend. "Aww!" they both chirped at the same time, "your so cute!"
What ensued could only be described as a free for all wrestle match, no mercy for anyone. They all ended up pinpointing their attack on Cole – not that it was planned like that or anything. Soon enough, Cole had had enough, and screamed out.
"YOU'RE MESSING UP MY SHIRT!"
The three other men soon felt themselves all flying into the couch. Draco was upside down, Harry was lying sideways, and Luke was completely sprawled out in a position that resembled something close to a spread eagle.
"What the hell was that?!" Came Harry's startled voice.
"That, was me making you all fuck off." Cole scowled as he stood up fixing his shirt.
"No... but how did you do it?" Harry stood walking towards Cole.
"I was taught by Professor Filtwick... he taught me how to do it. Banishing charms come in handy sometimes you know." he glared at Draco and Luke.
"P...Professor-"
"Filtwick Harry, Filtwick." Draco supplied standing up. "Remember him? He was a teacher Harry... he taught us charms."
"You're mocking me aren't you?"
"Yes." Draco smiled as he crossed his arms. "Cole is a wizard Harry."
"...Oh." His face was blank as he nodded his head slightly looking at Cole. "What house?"
"Ravenclaw!" Cole suddenly chirped, his personality taking a 180degree turn. "Erm... I mean... I was in Ravenclaw. And you were in Gryffindor, and Draco was in Slytherin."
"How did you-"
"I told Draco when he stayed at our place... and... yeah." Cole shrugged his shoulders. "It was my last year when you were in 2nd year."
Harry glanced down at Luke, then back to Cole. "Should you be saying this infront of him?"
"He already knows everything about Voldemort, magic, muggles and Hogwarts."
"What the hell were you thinking telling him all that?! He's a muggle Cole! They aren't' supposed to know!" Harry nearly yelled.
Draco stepped in-between Cole and Harry, taking Harry's face in his hands. "Cool your jets," He said softly forcing Harry to look at him. "Luke's not going to tell any one."
"Yeah... no one would believe me away." Luke piped up, saving his own hide.
Again Cole's attitude changed, "So you can just stop yelling at me for telling my BOYFRIEND about my life."
Harry looked at the ground, suddenly embarrassed about what he had said, and Draco let his hands fall from Harry's face. "Sorry..." he said softly, looking up at Cole. "I didn't mean to go off on you like that."
Cole stared at him for a moment, then grinned, "It's okay," then added, "you owe me something expensive and pretty though."
Harry gestured to the couch behind him, pointing at Luke. "That's your gift."
"Fair enough." Cole smiled taking Harry into a quick hug.
The three wizards had forgotten the movies and instead had started to reminisce about their years at Hogwarts, with Luke asking many questions. Questions that were usually followed by fits of laughter, then explained in detail by each of the men – each of them adding something that the other had not. By the end, Luke knew enough to be a wizard himself except that he lacked the magical ability to be able to perform the spells and enchantments. Luke and Cole had spent the night in the spare bedroom, as it was nearly 3 in the morning when they had finally quieted down. The four friends were now closer than they had been before, as secrets no longer lay between them.
-FADE TO BLACK-
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Celia stepped forward, folding her hands together. "You're both wizards, aren't you?" she repeated as she closed the door softy behind her.
"What makes you think we're both wizards...?" Draco asked as he crossed his arms defensively and stood up.
"The fact that you just asked that question, you're talking about Voldemort, the Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy, and sitting infront of 'The-Boy- Who-Lived'." Came the long reply as Celia smirked.
Harry stood up, balling his hands into fists before throwing them down to his side. "Don't call me that." He said through clenched teeth.
Draco sat back down on the couch, shaking his head suddenly interested in how things would unravel between his boyfriend and his boss.
"Fine. Harry it is then. Are you sure you don't want to be referred to as 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' dear? How about 'He-Who-Survived'?" Celia smirked as Harry closed the distance between them.
Draco bit his bottom lip in an effort to keep from laughing. This was going to be more eventful than he thought. "The one thing you never do, is call Harry by either of those names, Celia." Draco smirked.
Harry turned to Draco and glared at him quite irritably before turning and advancing on Celia again. "Say that one more time..."
"You so remind me of James when you get mad." Celia mused as she crossed one arm on her chest, the elbow on the other arm resting on her hand as she placed a finger to her chin.
"What?" Harry snapped.
"Your father, James. You look like him when you're mad."
"I heard what you said... How do you know my father?" Harry asked as he took a step back.
"Mmm... I went to school with him." She smiled biting her bottom lip slightly. "Bit of an asshole, really. I don't understand what Lily saw in him."
Draco didn't have time to blink before Harry launched himself at his boss, only to be thrown rather violently back to the couch. Draco's eyes went wide as Harry collapsed to the couch beside him, running a hand through his hair.
"You should know better than to try to hurt someone related to Albus Dumbledore." She said calmly as she walked towards Harry uncrossing her arms. "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you did I?"
Harry let out a breath. "Dumbledore? You're related to Dumbledore?"
"He is my great grandfather thrice removed." She replied helping Harry into a sitting position. "He was a great man."
"I know... he was the only father figure that I had."
"He loved you deeply, Harry. You should know that."
Draco blinked through that entire exchange of words before holing up both his hands and waving them to get the attention of the two people in front of him. "Whoa! WHOA!" he started, "How come you never told us that you knew Dumbledore, or that you were a witch? Did you know before this that we were wizards?" he asked.
Celia smiled at him sweetly, brushing the long brown hair from her eyes, "Of course I knew who, and what, you are, Draco. I did attend Hogwarts with both your fathers," she gestured to Harry slightly as she continued, "you look just like your father did when he was young. Only you have finer features and softer eyes. I'd expect that you got those traits from your mother, Narcissa."
Draco was speechless, only managing to get out a surprised whimper or two.
Harry absently took his boyfriends hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Celia, do you know anything about Draco's father still being alive?" he asked.
Celia shrugged her shoulders and held out her hands briefly as she shook her head, "No. I was just as surprised to hear that Lucius was alive. Last I heard, the treacherous imbecile had been killed and that was that."
Draco narrowed his eyes suddenly at that last remark, "My father may have been a traitor Celia, but he wasn't an imbecile!"
Harry turned to face him, "Draco..." he said as he reached out a hand to Draco's pale face to sooth him.
Wrenching away, Draco stood and faced both Harry and Celia, "Lucius wasn't stupid. If he's alive and he's looking for me, he'll find me, no matter what," he paused, looking down at Harry, "no matter what, Harry."
Harry saw the look of distress on Draco's face, and standing, he blocked out Celia and the rest of the world, focusing all his energy on Draco. Placing his hands to either side of Draco's pale face, Harry leaned in close so that their noses were almost touching. "Draco, love. I won't let your father find you. If he somehow manages to, I'll kill him myself if that means it'll keep you safe."
For the first time in the ten years that Draco had known Harry, he was glad the black haired man had been in Gryffindor, for they always kept their promises. Always.
Resting his forehead against Harry's chin, Draco murmured, "Thank-you..."
Smiling as he felt Draco's arms wrap around his waist, Harry lent down and placed a gentle kiss to Draco's forehead.
Celia stepped forward, an air of power around her. "Love is the strongest emotions humans possess, and to have that love protecting you is the strongest magic you'll ever find."
Harry turned to look at her. "You sound just like him..."
"Who do you think taught me dear?" She smiled folding her arms together gracefully. "I do hate to interrupt you both though – but we need to get back to the problem at hand."
"I don't understand how he can't be dead..." Draco sighed, hanging his head. "It doesn't make sense."
"Lucius was a very powerful man, Draco. He is capable of many things that we cannot even dream of." Celia informed him, "If not for Voldemort existing – I am almost certain that Lucius would have been the one to give Harry his scar."
"My father had that much power?"
"Most certainly, I do not doubt it for a moment." Celia stepped forward, taking Draco's hands in hers. "The only reason he did not rise to such an extreme level, was because he was deathly afraid of being taken away from his only son." Celia squeezed Draco's hands in hers. "He did love you once, Draco... long ago."
Draco looked to the ground, his voice was full of remorse as he whispered, "Why did he stop loving me?"
"I would suspect it was because you didn't follow in his footsteps. You revealed many traits not suitable for a Death Eater. You were kind, compassionate, and loving, even though you did hide it underneath the exterior your father molded for you."
"See? You do really belong in Hufflepuff." Harry tried at a feeble joke.
"...Not the time for jokes Harry." Draco said softly, no hint of anger in his voice. Draco shook Celia's hands off of his, no longer enjoying the contact. He turned and began to pace around the office, running shaking hands through his hair.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Emma, Skye, and Patrick fell through the door. All of them wore various cooking pots or frying pans on their heads, long metal spoons in each of their hands.
Skye swung her ladle around her as if it were a sword. "I'll kick his ass! I'll lay the ladle smackdown on him!"
"Yo mini man!" Patrick said as he puffed up his chest, "We'll show him what for!"
"I'll stick this spatula so far up his ass he'll cry for mercy!" She glared as she looked around. "We'll get that Enrico too... crazy fucker... touch my gay boy will you? Not on my watch." She cried as she brandished her own weapon.
Draco immediately burst out in heartfelt laughter. Holding his stomach as he his laughter began to die down into short fits of giggles. A giggling Draco was a happy Draco. He advanced on his friends taking them all into a hug. "I love you guys!" He smiled as he wiped his eyes standing back.
"What about me?" Harry whined as he lightly stomped his foot.
"And the boss means nothing?" Celia smirked as she crossed her arms once more.
"GROUP HUG!" Patrick and Skye screamed together, running towards Harry and Celia.
Taking Harry in his arms, Draco smiled as he felt his friends enclose on him, their warm energy pulsating through his body. Looking up, Draco grinned before kissing Harry's lips. Thanking whatever God was watching over him that he had Harry and his friends by his side.
Ending the kiss, Harry smirked. "I think I saw a porno like this once..."
Draco rolled his eyes as the huge group hug ended.
"Who's watching the store...?" Celia questioned.
"Ermmm...." Skye glanced towards the door furrowing her eyebrows.
"Who cares? They can make their own coffee." Emma said as she shook her fist in the general direction of the customers.
"Mmmm... very funny. Get back out there." Celia frowned, ushering her staff towards the door, stopping Draco as he made to go with them. "You can have the rest of the day off, dear. Don't even think about coming back to work until you're settled enough to handle it. Harry, take good care of him for me."
"Will do, Ma'am." Harry said as he motioned to tip an imaginary hat causing Celia to laugh.
"Thank-you, Harry." She smiled then paused, "Now get out of my sight before I change my mind."
Draco and Harry did not need to be told twice, and they both got out of the store as quickly as they could waving goodbye to the three newly dubbed stooges. Once inside Harry's car, Draco asked what they were going to do since he had the rest of the day off.
"Well..." Harry responded, "Cole and Luke said something about going out to dinner then back to my place to watch a few movies... does that sound alright?"
"Like a double date?"
"...Sure." Harry grinned as he started up the car. "As long as you promise not to ditch me and latch yourself on to Cole."
"It wouldn't be me doing the latching." Draco laughed as Harry drove away from the quaint little coffee shop. "Truthfully, Cole scares me sometimes."
"You're not the only one. I think I screamed the first time he tried to kiss me..." Harry said furrowing his eyebrows. "Back then his hair was completely green and blue, he wore bright makeup and had a thing for leather and leopard print clothing..."
"Well if I saw that coming towards me, I'd probably scream too." Draco said thoughtfully then added, "God he must have clashed horribly."
"Ever the fashion genius aren't you?" Harry shook his head laughing as he turned the corner to their street.
"Of course. And as the resident fashion genius, I see that you've made and excellent choice for clothing this morning." He smiled gesturing to the current outfit Harry was wearing.
Harry struck a pose as he got out of the car. "You think?"
"The outfit looks good..." Draco trailed off, "But I'm not sure about the rest..."
Harry scowled slightly before rushing towards Draco, heaving him onto his shoulder as he made for the house. As he walked, Draco flailed every single limb in various directions, nearly kicking Harry in the head, and crotch. Deciding that he didn't want to have a black eye or bruised balls, Harry smacked Draco's butt causing him to cry out in pain.
"OWIE!!!"
"Ahhh... still tender?" Harry said innocently.
"...No!"
"Riiight..." Harry shook his head as he deposited Draco on the couch. "I'm going to call Cole."
Reaching up and wrapping his arms around Harry's waist, Draco wrenched Harry onto his lap. Cuddling his face into Harry's chest he purred as he spoke. "Not yet... five more minutes."
"Fneh..." Harry said quietly leaning forward kissing Draco's hair. "So demanding..."
"Oh like you're really putting up a fight."
"What can I say? You're simply too strong." Harry wailed as he dramatically placed a hand to his forehead, Gone with the Wind style.
"Shut-up and kiss me, Miss. Scarlett."
"That's so lame." Harry rolled his eyes, "I can't believe you just said that."
"Shut-up anyway." Draco scowled looking up at Harry.
Harry made a mock face of disgust, "Do I still have to kiss you?"
Draco raised an eyebrow and stared at Harry a look of 'you better' on his face.
"Would you like me to kiss your toes while I'm at it?" Harry asked in a teasing voice.
"Well... you could skip the feet and kiss something in-between my mouth and feet if you'd like...?"
"Like what...?" Harry watched Draco raise a hand to his temples and press on them. "Ooo... OH!"
Draco raised his eyebrows again and glowered at Harry. "You're such an idiot... and your ass is really bony."
"Well you didn't complain last night."
"Yeah well last night you weren't sitting on me were you?" Draco said impatiently, adding, "Are you going to kiss it or not?"
"Erm... huh?"
"Oh Christ!" Draco pushed Harry off of his lap and onto the floor nearly missing the cursed coffee table. "You're hopeless! I'm going to go shower."
"Oh! Can I join you?"
"... No. I don't think it's very proper for a woman such as yourself, Miss. Scarlett, to be coming into the shower on a first date." Draco drawled in a southern accent placing his hand to his chest.
"Okay... that was lame and I'm coming in anyway."
"Yeah that's what I thought... hop to it. Start up the shower."
Harry contorted his face into a grotesque mask, hobbling past Draco, his hands lightly twitching near his chest as he drug his leg behind him. "Yes mahstah."
"My boyfriend is a walking freak." Draco muttered laughing as he followed his lumbering boyfriend down the hall.
Harry turned mid-limp, "Hey! I heard that!"
"I'm aware of that," Draco said through his laughter, "hobble faster, I want my shower nice and hot when I get there."
"Better watch out Draco, or I'll lay a Quazimodo smack down on your tender ass," he turned once more to Draco, a mischievous grin on his face, "I wouldn't drop the soap if I were you..."
"Actually, I was planning on doing just that." Draco grinned as he walked past Harry, swaying his hips slightly. "Are you coming?"
"Well I was planning on doing that too." Harry smiled evilly as he looked out from under his lashes.
The shower to say the least - was very interesting. Standing upright in the shower with his legs wrapped around Harry had just become one of Draco's favorite positions. Harry enjoyed it because Draco had to keep his hands occupied with holding himself up, this in turn not allowing him to scratch Harry's back.
With a towel wrapped around his slender waist, Draco curled up on their bed as Harry sat beside him, the phone in his hand. Burrowing his face into Harry's pillow, Draco was vaguely aware that Harry had made dinner arrangements and set a time on when they would be meeting Cole and Luke. Just as Draco's eyes began to close, Harry smacked Draco's butt cheek, causing Draco to grunt with displeasure.
"If you don't get off my ass, it'll be your fault that I can't sit down to dinner."
Harry laughed, "Just get up sleeping beauty, and get dressed. We're meeting Cole and Luke in an hour."
The boys were dressed and ready in forty-five minutes, and they waited for Cole and Luke in the living room. Draco was wearing a dark green turtleneck shirt in an effort to hide the bite marks on his neck – both old and new. His black formal pants hung just under his hips, leaving only a small amount of the sweater to hide his porcelain stomach. His hair was done neatly, not slicked back with gel – no hair products in it all at Harry's request. His bangs brushed against his forehead, nearly covering his eyes and the rest of his hair lay near the nape of his neck. Harry on the other hand was wearing a pair of dark gray dress pants, and a white collard dress shirt, with black pinstripes, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the shirt un-tucked. Draco had tried for 15 minutes to get Harry's hair to do something, but in the end with much disappointment his hair laid the same way it had his whole life. So Draco settled for styling it with gel.
"When are they going to be here?" Draco asked as he flipped the page of a magazine rather frustratingly as he did not like to wait.
"We still have fifteen minutes until they get here, Draco... hold your horses."
"Mmm... I'd rather hold your horses, thank-you." He grinned as he flipped another page.
"Really? Up for a quickie?"
Draco closed the magazine and stared at Harry, "We just did that an hour ago, can you honestly be horny again?"
"Well I can't help it if I have a high sex drive." Harry pouted, then added, "It's because I'm currently in my sexual peak."
"Yes, yes, Professor." Draco grinned as he scooted closer to Harry on the couch. He ran a finger up Harry's thigh, stopping just before his crotch.
"Mmm... Professor?" Harry drawled as he pulled Draco's leg over his own. "I like that..."
"You would..." Draco leant forward and began to kiss Harry.
Sometime in the midst of their kissing, Draco had ended up straddling Harry and unknowingly gaining a small audience. Cole and Luke had quietly walked into the room and watched the couple kiss quite furiously.
Cole smirked, leaning towards Luke as he watched Draco thrust his hips slightly towards Harry as Harry slipped his fingers into Draco's pants. "Draco looks like a really good kisser..."
Luke glared over at Cole and refrained from smacking him over the head again. "Shut –up Colton."
"Mhm..." Cole walked forward, lent forward slightly, and spoke close to Draco's ear. "Going to let him come up for air anytime soon?"
"...No." Draco spoke softly as he began to kiss Harry again.
"What about dinner?" Cole sat down next to them and crossed his arms watching them French kiss through narrow eyes. "I'm hungry."
Harry lent towards Cole, allowing Draco to kiss his neck. "Give us a minute?"
Luke heaved a sigh and walked towards Cole sitting beside him. Cole smirked and pulled Luke onto his lap. "I bet we can beat them."
Luke suddenly forgot his hunger pains and wrapped his arms around Cole's neck as he looked over at Harry and Draco. "YO! Stop for a second..." They stopped and looked over at him, both their lips bright pink. "We're going to have a make-out contest."
"What?" was the response that came out of Draco.
"A make-out contest. Where two couples... contest with eachother to see which couple can last the longest without having spontaneous sex." Cole informed him already running his hands under Luke's shirt pulling him closer.
Luke and Draco looked at eachother and held out their hands a smirk on their faces. "Deal." They said in unison.
Cole scooted away slightly to give both couples room to move as he settled Luke more firmly in his lap. Luke wrapped his arms around Cole as he leaned in to kiss his boyfriend deeply, his tongue running across Cole's bottom lip before joining with the taller man's. Cole ran his hands down Luke's back, coming to a stop on Luke's rear, pulling his closer until both their hips were against eachother.
Meanwhile, Draco had successfully un-buttoned Harry's shirt and was now running his hands over the smooth muscles as they kissed. Harry flicked his tongue out slightly and was rewarded with Draco's own tongue meeting his. As Harry ran his hands up Draco's inner thighs, Draco lightly bit Harry's bottom lip before grinding his thin hips against Harry.
Cole and Luke had somehow moved from the opposite end of the couch onto the floor, Luke still straddling Cole as he worked on the buttons of Cole's shirt. Cole glanced over at Draco and Harry, noticing that Harry had gotten Draco's shirt off and he was now running his hands over the lean muscles of his back. He then felt his own shirt opened and lips on his chest.
Both couples forgot about their reservations at the restaurant. Draco ended the kiss and looked down at the rather hot and heavy couple on the floor.
Smirking, he shook his head. "You loose."
"Huh?" Luke looked up over at Draco with hazy eyes. "What do you mean?"
Lifting his leg he shifted off of Harry's lap, laughing slightly when he caught sight of Harry's erection. "His pants are undone. Neither of ours are."
Cole looked down at his pants, seeing his belt laying open as well as his pants. "Luukeee!"
"What?!" Luke gaped as he stared into Cole's eyes.
Cole sat up and smacked him upside the head. "I don't like to loose."
"Well pardon me! No nookie for you tonight." Luke scowled as he tried to get off of Cole.
"AH!" Cole quickly wrapped his arms around Luke's torso and kissed his collarbone. "I'm sorry!" He kissed him again. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!"
"That's more like it." Luke replied as he quickly kissed Cole's swollen lips.
Draco ran a hand through his hair, "So now that we've thoroughly missed dinner, what do you want to do?"
Harry tucked his legs in under him, his hands in his lap, "We could just stay here and watch movies or something."
"What about food?" Cole asked, looking over Luke's shoulder, "I'm still hungry."
"Your always hungry..." Luke teased him as he crawled off his boyfriends lap. "Do you have anything we can make here?"
Harry thought about it for a minute, and then answered, "We have frozen pizza, spaghetti stuff, cereal, or bread."
"Good. It's nice to know that you're fridge is well stocked in case you really need it." Luke replied sarcastically.
Draco put his hands on his hips, "Hey! We just haven't been shopping for a while. Sue us."
Cole grinned, "You were probably too busy having sex to worry about food."
"Yes infact we were, and I'm going to make the pizza." Harry sighed as he stood up walking towards the kitchen. "And if you don't want pizza, you can go home."
"Pizza is fine!!!" Cole nearly screamed as he watched Harry round the corner.
Draco shook his head and crossed his legs leaning back on the couch. "You're so loud."
"Tell me about it... from what I've heard – it would be awfully loud if you and Cole ever got together..." Luke rolled his eyes sitting next to Draco. "You want your shirt?"
"...Nah. I'm fine." Draco smiled over at Cole. "We would probably break some sound barrier, huh?"
"Most likely." Cole grinned as he sat in the chair closest to Luke. "I like the new you, Draco."
"What do you mean?" Draco cocked his head to the side and raised his eyebrow.
"Okay... well first of all, sitting there without your shirt on, secondly – talking about your sex life and how loud you are, thirdly – we just had a make out contest." Cole beamed as he tucked his legs underneath his body. "I like to think that Luke and I have something to do with that."
"Well you do really," Draco started, stretching slightly and smirking when he heard Harry curse in the kitchen. "Spending that week with you is probably what really made the difference."
Cole was about to respond when Harry walked into the living room holding his finger in the air shaking it around. "Stupid oven!"
"Did you burn yourself?" Draco asked leaning back looking at Harry in an upside down position over the arm of the couch.
"...Yeah." Harry pouted looking at his finger. "It really hurts."
Draco flipped up and got to his knees, resting his thighs against the arm of the couch. "Come here...." Harry shuffled towards him and watched as Draco took Harry's hand in his and looked at the burn. "Oh it isn't that bad, Harry."
"But it still hurts." Harry pouted again, watching as Draco smirked slightly.
Draco took Harry's finger and put it into his mouth, running his tongue along the irritated and red flesh looking up at Harry as he did so. Draco observed Harry smirk slightly as he watched Draco. Then, pulling his finger from his mouth, Draco asked quietly, "Is that better?"
Harry smiled and hugged Draco quickly, "Much."
"Aww!!" came both Cole's and Luke's voices, "That's so cute!"
Harry flipped them the bird and Draco sniggered.
Twenty-five minutes later, the two couples were sitting in the living room working their way through an extra large meat lover's pizza. Cole was tossing bits of sausage at Luke while pretending to look innocent, Draco grinned when Luke set down his slice of pizza down calming before tackling the pink haired man to the ground. Squealing, Cole flung his arms up in the air, laughing loudly as Luke began to tickle him without mercy.
"If you guys are finished, did you what to watch a movie?" Draco asked, propping his elbow on the coffee table resting his chin in his hand.
Cole let out in enormous yelp before answering, "HELP ME!"
Draco considered this for a moment, and then glanced at Harry, who was enjoying the show as well. Shifting his attention back to the couple on the floor, Draco shrugged, "I think I'd rather watch."
Gasping for air as Luke continued to tickle him, Cole answered, "Y-you SUCK!"
A few minutes later, Luke finally let Cole up, the latter of the two looked thoroughly rumpled and disgruntled. He glared at Draco and Harry before applying himself to his temporarily forgotten pizza slice. "You guys are the worst friends ever," he mumbled, casting a look of annoyance at Luke, "you too."
Luke laughed and kissed Cole's neck, "I love you."
Cole tried to maintain his annoyed look, but when Luke decided to lick his neck he cracked. "Moron... I love you too."
Draco raised his eyebrow at Harry, giving him a look that said 'are-you- thinking-what-I'm-thinking?', and Harry replied by grinned at his boyfriend. "Aww!" they both chirped at the same time, "your so cute!"
What ensued could only be described as a free for all wrestle match, no mercy for anyone. They all ended up pinpointing their attack on Cole – not that it was planned like that or anything. Soon enough, Cole had had enough, and screamed out.
"YOU'RE MESSING UP MY SHIRT!"
The three other men soon felt themselves all flying into the couch. Draco was upside down, Harry was lying sideways, and Luke was completely sprawled out in a position that resembled something close to a spread eagle.
"What the hell was that?!" Came Harry's startled voice.
"That, was me making you all fuck off." Cole scowled as he stood up fixing his shirt.
"No... but how did you do it?" Harry stood walking towards Cole.
"I was taught by Professor Filtwick... he taught me how to do it. Banishing charms come in handy sometimes you know." he glared at Draco and Luke.
"P...Professor-"
"Filtwick Harry, Filtwick." Draco supplied standing up. "Remember him? He was a teacher Harry... he taught us charms."
"You're mocking me aren't you?"
"Yes." Draco smiled as he crossed his arms. "Cole is a wizard Harry."
"...Oh." His face was blank as he nodded his head slightly looking at Cole. "What house?"
"Ravenclaw!" Cole suddenly chirped, his personality taking a 180degree turn. "Erm... I mean... I was in Ravenclaw. And you were in Gryffindor, and Draco was in Slytherin."
"How did you-"
"I told Draco when he stayed at our place... and... yeah." Cole shrugged his shoulders. "It was my last year when you were in 2nd year."
Harry glanced down at Luke, then back to Cole. "Should you be saying this infront of him?"
"He already knows everything about Voldemort, magic, muggles and Hogwarts."
"What the hell were you thinking telling him all that?! He's a muggle Cole! They aren't' supposed to know!" Harry nearly yelled.
Draco stepped in-between Cole and Harry, taking Harry's face in his hands. "Cool your jets," He said softly forcing Harry to look at him. "Luke's not going to tell any one."
"Yeah... no one would believe me away." Luke piped up, saving his own hide.
Again Cole's attitude changed, "So you can just stop yelling at me for telling my BOYFRIEND about my life."
Harry looked at the ground, suddenly embarrassed about what he had said, and Draco let his hands fall from Harry's face. "Sorry..." he said softly, looking up at Cole. "I didn't mean to go off on you like that."
Cole stared at him for a moment, then grinned, "It's okay," then added, "you owe me something expensive and pretty though."
Harry gestured to the couch behind him, pointing at Luke. "That's your gift."
"Fair enough." Cole smiled taking Harry into a quick hug.
The three wizards had forgotten the movies and instead had started to reminisce about their years at Hogwarts, with Luke asking many questions. Questions that were usually followed by fits of laughter, then explained in detail by each of the men – each of them adding something that the other had not. By the end, Luke knew enough to be a wizard himself except that he lacked the magical ability to be able to perform the spells and enchantments. Luke and Cole had spent the night in the spare bedroom, as it was nearly 3 in the morning when they had finally quieted down. The four friends were now closer than they had been before, as secrets no longer lay between them.
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